Quotes About Celebration

It is glorious to drink the wine of the enemy.

Strength through joy.

Wine is bottled poetry.

Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasions on which men become entirely alive.

care, selected to match his personal taste. Champagne bottles weren't just opened, they were "sabered," a dramatic and theatrical process in which the force of a saber, slid along the body of the bottle toward the neck, snaps the collar from the neck of the bottle, leaving the cork intact but the bottle open.

It means that your birth, with all your particulars, is a wildly improbable event, and hence precious. You won the sweepstakes by being born at all. Think of all the wallflower sperm and egg cells. You made it, buddy. Whew! What a staggering wonder! What a thing to rejoice in! The lottery wasn't fixed! God didn't rig it! You won fair and square! What a miracle!

Hospitals were for me quite suddenly no longer places of dread to be avoided but secular cathedrals of the humanist spirit, worthy of celebration.

that every man knows and marks his birthday each year, but can take no notice of his deathday, though it comes round with the same regularity.

Even in the fourth century (in the heart of the Christian Empire), the natales of the eighteen deified emperors were celebrated;

wells were adorned with wreaths, and springs with flowers, for the Fonta - or Fontinalia. On this day a god Fontus or Fons was celebrated (Varr., LL, 6, 22), 'the son-in-law of Volturnus, husband of Juturna' (Arn., 3, 29).

The wit of a graduate student is like champagne. Canadian champagne.

Stay a little while longer, and let everyone congratulate you - including the ones who clearly don't want to: in fact, especially the ones who clearly don't want to. You don't have to say anything but 'thank you

We will have eternity to celebrate the victories but only a few hours before sunset to win them." —Amy Carmichael

This wasn't a hunger for a bigger house of a faster car. This was a far deeper hunger: a hunger for living with more meaning, with more festivity and more satisfaction.

I want to stand by the river in my finest dress. I want to sing, strong and hard, and stomp my feet with a hundred others so that the waters hum with our happiness. I want to dance for the renewal of the world.

Stevens, who knew that mouth could do more thana rgue? You're a true blue friend, a red-hot lady and all that other good yearbook shit. You've got a big heart and I've got an even bigger...you know. So we're both winners. KG

And we began to sing and play, To lightly dance in rings and faster turn. No man within that hall could keep his seat But needs must dance and leap Against his will. This was the way we danced them to the door And sent them on their way into the world Where they will leap amain Till they think one kind thought. from The Dancing of the Lord of Weir

So it's off with the shellsuit and on with the Armanis, Bring out the champagne and the caviar sarnies

The day was not yet over and it was already my most memorable Walpurgisnacht ever.

There's only one way to defeat the sorrow and sadness of life - with laughter and rejoicing. Bring out the good dishes, put on your good clothes, no sense hoarding them.

There were pictures from cricket matches, and the statement by the Australian captain about a bunch of Third World beggars who think they can play cricket. And then the jubilation and fireworks and celebration when the bunch of beggars defeated Australia in the Test Series.

On April 16, 1789, George Washington departed from Mount Vernon on an eight-day journey to New York that blossomed into a national celebration.

At noon on December 14, 1780, Alexander Hamilton, twenty-five, wed Elizabeth Schuyler, twenty-three, in the southeast parlor of the Schuyler mansion.

I don't have the gift to aptly describe the rest of that evening, except to say it was a Christmas Eve beyond all gasping wishes